This is a song about "Clinics"

Clinics say to try meds but i don't think it's workin well

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

But your rhymes have less substance than rehab clinics.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Writing lyrics visiting numerous clinics, exposed by hater critics,